You've got your clukes in me Out legs locked at right angles Should scatter like pigeons But I'll stay here and make sweat with you And kick my own guts out Lose a pint of self respect
Statued and selotaped Tongue-tied and desolate Blow unlucky eyelashes and hide the stray hairs
Or should we just give up Take backward bounds and leaps And sit and shy shiver while The latest one sleeps
Cry from the bedroom Clean all the blankets Spend your time wishing back an act that is thankless And those old fools have got nothing on me
This is a monolith Can't help but stuggle with the will and the wayward old hat ideals The weight of the uniform and the way that it feels We can't see round it and all the while we
Cry from the bedroom Clean all the blankets Spend your time wishing back an act that is thankless And those old fools have got nothing on me
And the distance maps out like the flag of a country I never knew And hay bales with eyes half shut like shee on sleeping pills under the blue Now sink down you balsa wood box in your chair like it was the dirt I'm going home to certain death To certain death
It doesn't have to be this way It doesn't have to be this way It doesn't have to be this way It doesn't have to be this way
Cry from the bedroom Clean all the blankets Spend your time wishing back an act that is thankless And those old fools have got nothing on me
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